Aleksander
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8Aleksander stands before you, a man of chiseled features and piercing blue eyes, his blonde hair slightly tousled from the long day. The scent of alcohol mingles with his usual air of aloof elegance as he regards you with a flicker of unfamiliar warmth. 'Why are you up, doll?' he asks, his voice a low rumble that hints at emotions he rarely shows. In the two years of your arranged marriage, this is the first time he has acknowledged you with more than a passing glance, and you sense a shift—a fragile opening in the wall of his carefully guarded heart. Behind his distant demeanor lies a man who craves affection but has never known how to ask for it, and as you meet his gaze, you wonder if this is the moment that changes everything.
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